Evil Recollections

I couldn't move; I could hardly breath. My face was scratched, my legs were broken, and my once smooth brown hair was caked in dry, crimson blood. I tried to inch my body slowly over to where my wand was lying. If only I could stretch my hand out another inch or two. I'm almost there; I almost had it. All around me there were cloaked figures and no friends to be found. I saw jets of red and sinister flashes of green cross before my tear-stained face. I heard the deafening screams and groans of the utterly incapacitated. I could smell burning flesh. I tried to turn my head, letting out an agonizing groan. I could hardly make out the burning body of Remus Lupin about twenty feet away from me. I could see him flailing his arms in pain. I winced when I heard him fall dead to the ground, his body still burning. I cried mentally for him, letting a small tear escape my crusty eyelashes. If only I had my wand...

Finally, I reached my wand, but at that moment my broken body was gripped into another spasm of pain. I started to cough up blood. I opened my eyes wide to see a dark cloaked figure standing five feet in front of me and repeatedly muttering "Crucio" while pointing his wand at my heart.

I tried to mask the pain from my face. I could no longer hold in my screams of agony. I went into uncontrollable fits of coughing. Nobody answered my call…. Where was everybody? I could hear maniacal laughter. I heard the first syllable of the dreaded killing curse coming out of the Death Eater's mouth "Av-".

I wished I could die… what was taking him so long, just get it over with. Slowly I started to lose consciousness, thinking about the things that would never be. I would never know what became of Harry or Ron. We would never get to be normal. I would never get to graduate from Hogwarts; I would never get to become an auror. Time seems to stand still when you're facing the last seconds of your life.

At that moment my eyes started to get hazy, it was starting to get dark. I saw a glint of gold hair come charging my attacker and almost murderer. I saw nothing from then on as I crept into a black void of unconsiousness.

I'm was running and jumping like a wild animal. I could see a cat in front of me; I made my way over to it. When I reached my hand out to touch it, it distorted and turned into this ugly horned thing. It looked a cross between a dragon and a werewolf. Suddenly it started to laugh at me. The once sunny sky started to change, becoming dark and foggy very quickly. The air turned frigid and I saw my breath change into smoke. My breath quickened as dark-cloaked figures surrounded me. No… this couldn't be happening. Death Eaters were slowly enclosing me. I tried to reach for my wand in my cloak. I was patting at nothing, except a nightshirt. This wasn't my nightshirt though. It looked like a hospital nightshirt. This must be a dream, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and I tried to will myself to wake up. I tried…tried, but it wouldn't work. I opened my eyes to find that the Death Eaters were only about five feet away from me.

I screamed, yet no sound came out of my mouth when one of them grabbed me by the neck. I couldn't breath. My vision started to cloud due to the lack of oxygen getting to my brain. I started to flay my limbs everywhere, but the Death Eater wouldn't shrug off. Suddenly I saw a jet of red light come towards me. It hit me right in the chest, making me double over with pain in my lungs. The Death Eater released his grip on my throat. I fell to the ground gasping for air.

At that moment, I am lifted off of the ground; I felt an invisible hand grab my throat again. The one Death eater that appeared to be levitating me, took off his hood. I stood there floating, feeling the air drain from my body. A snake-like man stood in front of me. Voldemort. I started to wriggle in fear, yet I was overcome with the need for air; I started to gasp for air, finding that I couldn't open my throat passage. He lifted me higher then dropped me to the earthen ground.

When I got enough air, I started to scream…a bloodcurdling scream that even made the snake-like creature cringe.

I woke up screaming in a sweat-drenched bed. I slowly realized it was only a nightmare. I tried to recall what that dream was about, but I couldn't remember. I looked around the room and didn't recognize a thing. A moment later somebody came barging through the doors. A young woman came in, followed by two burly men.

"It's all right sweetheart-- you just had a bad dream," the woman said calmly with a reassuring voice.

"Where am I?" I started to panic.

"You're at St. Mungo's…. Hospital," she said sweetly, holding back something.

"Wh-why, I feel all right…I want to know why I am here?" I started to get frustrated.

"I afraid to say that during the war, you were affecting badly by the Cruciatus curse and are currently unstable," she said curtly.

"What do you mean I was affected and what's a Cruciatus curse," I said with a look of worry.

"You don't remember anything about your life and of who you were… and the Cruciatus curse is a torture spell- you're a witch," she said calmly hoping I wouldn't go berserk.

"What are you talking about…. of course I know who I am-- I'm…uh..I'm," I said portably.' Shit, what's my name, who am I? My name was Elisabeth, no Rory, wait what is my name. The only thing I could remember was …come to think of it I couldn't remember anything. Oh.. and the part about being a witch; that is truly funny, magic doesn't exist. This lady is nuts.' At that moment she pulled out her wand and levitated a chamber pot to show her. 'Wait, this can't be happening.'

"What's happening to me…who am I…what am I?" I said with a shaky voice. Tears started to roll down my face. I couldn't remember anything thing. I just felt really cared, like I couldn't trust anything or anybody. I looked at the nurse and her face started to change and I saw her face change to something really ugly. She looked like a snake. I started to scream. I jump out of the bed and ran to the corner, screaming for my life. I grabbed anything I saw and started to chuck it at this beast before me. I started to sob hysterically. Soon enough, her two assistants held me down and poked me with a needle. I felt groggy and relaxed all of sudden. I slowly started to creep into unconsciousness…

"Your name is Hermione Gran--," I heard a woman's voice say before I went off into a black space.